Steampunk Era: Mad Abield
Chapter 314 - Two Hundred and Eighteen: Life is Like a Play (Part Three)

Chapter 314: Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen: Life is Like a Play (Part Three)

Dear Mother in Heavenly Kingdom, perhaps I will soon be able to meet you.

Watching the old Prairie Elf approach him, Donald felt entirely devoid of any desire to resist—even in Mark City, where he would not suffer any harm, if a Prairie Elf was looking for someone, unless he decided to live his entire life in this damned city, there would always come a time when they would catch him.

So, if they had discovered that he was the one who stole from the warehouse, the worst that could happen would be to spend a few years digging in the mines of the Prairie Elves, or to evade Mowish’s mad wife and her mad dog.

Of course, the latter half of his thought could never be spoken aloud, or he would be dead for sure.

"Mr. Donald," the old Prairie Elf seemed to notice the vacant expression on Donald’s face as he sat down in front of him, "I hear you are from the Abield World, is that right?"

"Yes, that’s right, why do you ask?" Donald, realizing this was not what he expected, immediately perked up, "I am from the Abield World, you know of it?"

"Indeed, I’ve heard that there has been an incursion of scum from the Undead Plane there recently?" The old man’s question caused Donald to glance out the door—Ails the scoundrel was even daring to poke his head out.

The old Prairie Elf noticed Donald’s subtle reaction and looked at Ails, smiling, "It seems the other party involved is also here. Mr. Ails, won’t you come in and have a proper talk?"

"May I not come in?" Ails poked out two-thirds of his head.

"You may, I’ll introduce myself, I am Hamley, an old Hunter of my master Nameless."

Donald nearly slid under the table at this introduction—calling yourself an old hunter, you’re about to make all the old hunters of the Multiverse lose face.

The Prairie Elf, a Legendary Lich Hunter, was connected to at least one-third of the deaths of high-order liches from the Undead Plane every year, a well-known figure indeed. Donald suddenly felt hope in life—if this one was Ayarock, then Donald was done for, since Hamley’s brother was a legendary pursuer, specialized in chasing down those who had harmed Prairie Elves but whose crimes were not deserving of death.

"Do you need something, sir?" Ails appeared in front of Mr. Hamley through a magical transportation portal the next second.

Damn, you’ve lost all dignity as a Lich.

Donald rolled his eyes at him, and also managed to read the message within.

What good is face when life is at stake, go ahead and stand up to him if you can.

Thus, the two from the Evil Realm fell silent, while Hamley looked at Ails, "You’re really tall."

Ails immediately crouched down for him.

"I heard you’ve been to Abield, and you come from there, so I would like to know, how is that world now?"

Hamley’s question was very straightforward, and Donald answered without thinking much, "It’s alright, Kings living aloft, Nobles free of worries, the Tide of the Dead happens only once a century and it’s been only a few decades since the last one, aside from some maniacs from Chaos Cults causing trouble for each other, the world is really quite safe."

After Donald’s response, Hamley turned to look at Ails.

"My two friends and I just came back from there a few days ago, they weren’t so lucky, met one of your little tribesmen and were killed by him and the natives," Ails said, which was completely consistent with the news Donald had heard before, and didn’t seem to be lying.

This reassured Donald of the individual’s integrity—Prairie Elves are most skilled at dealing with the undead, and it’s said they don’t even need to detect lies, simply by looking at the undead, they can tell if they’re lying or not.

"It looks like this world doesn’t need us to step in for the time being, very well, thank you for your answer, Mr. Donald, you have earned the friendship of an old Hunter." The elder pulled out a small pouch from his pocket and tossed it in front of Donald. Donald opened the pouch and saw that it was filled with small Crystal Stones, a special product from Ayarock’s world, if he brought them to Abield, those Mages would pay a lot of money for them.

It’s just a pity that he won’t be able to return for quite some time, but no matter, he could just find a Mage here to sell them to, and make a good profit.

"Thank you, your honor," Donald bowed—though the Prairie Elves were strict with the undead, they were quite generous with the living, as long as you didn’t act recklessly.

"As for you, Mr. Ails, although we are opponents, I still very much appreciate your philosophy of life, I have a task for you, I wonder if you would accept it," Kakalay turned to look at Ails.

The latter smiled bitterly: "It seems I don’t have the right to refuse."

"It’s all right, this is a task from the world of Abield. I heard that there is a lost child of ours over there. Although I don’t know his identity, I was still very happy to hear he could take down your boisterous friends. By the way, did you get your friend’s inheritance?" Sure enough, those were the words Kakalay excelled at, they truly touched Ails’s heart.

Donald saw Mr. Undead’s face light up instantly; indeed, these undead creatures love to reap the rewards from their perished comrades’ deaths the most.

"It looks like you did, then I can rest assured. Your new task is to go to a world you’re unaware of, and fight against some of your own kind."

"I am just a Lich, my kind are other Liches, old man, do you realize how boring it is when two Liches confront each other?" Ails looked at the elder in front of him: "You don’t seem to be senile yet."

"That world is a bit messy, our kind are not welcome there, so I hope you can work for us. Don’t you want to take some advantage during the era of change in that world?" Kakalay asked with a smile.

"...You tell me what to do," Ails thought for a moment and decided to be brief.

"Take down the target I choose for you. Once the task is completed, you will gain my friendship, which can offset one hunt against you by me. How about it?"

"Done," Ails extended his hand.

The elder did not stretch out his hand in return but simply nodded with a smile: "You’ve made the right choice, Mr. Ails. The coordinates of that world will be handed to you within three days. You can now prepare your army... Oh, this is your down payment, obtained from one of your kind. Since I’m engaging you for a task, it’s only appropriate to provide a down payment, as the principle of equivalent exchange goes."

Ails caught the small box tossed by Kakalay, felt its contents briefly, and immediately bowed his head: "Thank you for your generosity, sir."

"It’s merely a small gift of no use to me. However, let me be clear, you’d better remember not to think of harming any Prairie Elf, or else the order for your execution will reach me at the fastest speed possible," Kakalay said.

To this, Ails had no objections at all: "Don’t worry, I think I haven’t lived long enough yet."

"That’s good, you may leave now."

So, Donald and Ails immediately exited the hall.